Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.